Chapter 371 - 231: Firefight

Chapter 371: Chapter 231: Firefight

BOOM!!!

A massive explosion suddenly erupted. The violent shockwave transformed into a visible ripple, surging wildly in all directions. Even the rock-solid space began to show faint cracks, though they quickly healed over.

Wherever the fist passed, the earth was ruthlessly torn asunder. Countless clods of dirt and chunks of rock were instantly swept up by the violent blast wave, soaring into the sky like a rising dragon.

With Su Xing at the center, everything within a radius of dozens of meters turned to dust, shrouding the scene in a hazy fog.

It was hard to believe such terrifying power came from a single punch. It was as if a massive missile had landed right on Su Xing. The one who had thrown that punch, however, seemed to feel nothing. He simply stared quietly at the dust before him, a thought crossing his mind:

’It’s over.’

In truth, he had never considered Su Xing a real opponent. Or rather, if word got back to his people that he had treated a mere Tier Six Martial Artist as an opponent, he would likely become a laughingstock.

For a Tier Six, Su Xing’s strength was indeed astonishing. He had actually managed to withstand one of his punches. But he hadn’t used his full power on that first blow. Now, after the second, it was highly unlikely Su Xing had survived.

As for why he hadn’t used his full strength on the first punch, the best way to describe it was that you don’t go all-out against an ant. To him, that first punch was no different from squashing an ant. The second punch, however, had a little real effort behind it.

But once he got serious, these Tier Six and Tier Seven beings of the common world were no different than lambs to the slaughter.

’Finally, I can...’

He gazed into the depths of the lake, as if peering through the barrier of space itself, faintly seeing something within. The Witch Race now had a chance to start over, and they naturally had to accomplish the unfinished business they had failed to complete before their demise.

And this flower was the first guarantee.

As for anyone who stood in his way, he would kill them all without exception. Thinking this, Witch Summoner subconsciously glanced at the dust and smoke to the side. With the passage of time, the haze was gradually beginning to dissipate.

’Heh. This guy.’

Witch Summoner found it rather amusing. The man had actually dared to confront him with some inexplicable sword. He was truly courting death.

People of the common world today didn’t even know about Source Quality. The gap between them and the Witch Race was simply too vast. When the Celestial Beings descended, people like this would have a hard time surviving.

Source Quality.

This was a power possessed by Tier Nine Extraordinary Beings.

Source is the origin of everything. Whether it’s the Qi and Blood of a Martial Artist, the Spiritual Energy Power of a Qi Cultivator, or the sequence energy of a Sequencer, it all eventually converts into Source—a power and understanding unique to you.

Everyone’s Source Quality is different. His, Witch Summoner’s, was combined with his own understanding to give birth to the characteristic of annihilation.

Therefore, unless Su Xing also possessed Source Quality, all of his techniques would be annihilated, completely unable to cause him any harm.

Witch Summoner,

was not currently a Tier Nine.

But he was the most talented genius the Witch Race had seen in a thousand years. At only Tier Eight, he had already broken free from the shackles of energy, integrated his own understanding into the Source, and given birth to his own unique Source Quality.

While not on par with a true Tier Nine, he was completely invincible among those at Tier Eight, because no one else could possibly harm him.

At this thought, he withdrew his gaze and stopped looking in that direction. The commotion he’d just made by killing Su Xing was already significant; others must have noticed this location.

Although Witch Summoner could easily kill any Tier Eight Powerhouse who came here, he preferred not to expose the Witch Race to the secular world so soon if he could help it. The Witch Race had not yet reached the point of invincibility.

Far away in Cang City, there was a mysterious Martial Artist who was extremely threatening. The faction he founded, the Martial God Hall, however, was just a bunch of trash.

Even setting aside that mysterious Martial Artist born in the modern era, a resurrected Tier Nine Extraordinary Being was hidden in the Capital City, who could also pose a great threat to the current Witch Race.

What’s more, there might be other powerhouses still in hiding, just like their Witch Race. Although Witch Summoner’s strength was immense, he absolutely could not let his guard down.

At least...

The Witch Race had to wait for the descent of the Celestial Beings.

That opportunity would be the absolute best one.

Only with that opportunity could the Witch Race possibly realize its grand ambitions and complete its unfinished business.

"But..."

’It all feels a little too smooth.’

Witch Summoner muttered. The Witch Race were the darlings of the heavens; from the moment of their birth, they possessed unimaginable cultivation talent and physical strength. But they had also lost something in return: luck.

That’s right. Members of the Witch Race always ran into all sorts of bad luck. Never mind ancient times; after coming to the modern era, they naturally tried to integrate into society. But they discovered that whenever one of their people rode in a car, it would invariably break down for one reason or another.

Getting hit by falling flower pots while walking or stepping in dog poop was practically a common occurrence. That was why he suddenly felt that this time, things had gone a little *too* smoothly.

’Whatever. I should hurry. Grab it and get out of this godforsaken place.’

Witch Summoner shook his head.

Just then, the dust and smoke to the side completely cleared. Witch Summoner’s peripheral vision shot a sharp glance toward that spot, only to discover with a jolt that Su Xing, who should have been lying on the ground, had vanished.

Perhaps he had been blasted into oblivion, but Witch Summoner’s intuition—the instinct of a true powerhouse—screamed that Su Xing was very likely not dead. And sure enough, a cold voice suddenly echoed from an unknown location.